"We'll do everything we can," Maria assured her.

"Thank you," Wanda replied. She had been sitting on Steve's couch for a couple hours now getting questioned about her association with Hydra and what she knew about the attack.

"So what's the plan now?" Steve asked. He had sat next to her throughout the entire questionnaire.

"Obviously, we'll have to put you in lockdown until we figure this out. That means no going out especially not by yourself, no missions either, limited contact, so on and so forth,"

"Wait what?" Wanda exclaimed. She had been a prisoner for a long time and she was not about to let Hydra make her one again. "No."

"Wanda," Steve tried to ease the mood in the room, "It's for your safety. These people know you; they know your abilities."

"No, I've been Hydra's prisoner before. This is not happening. I won't spend my days hiding out alone in some dank, hidden S.H.I.E.L.D. facility until someone is caught." Wanda turned to look at Maria, her expression making her decision very final. Maria stayed silent, no doubt trying to figure something out.

"Stay with me." Steve's comment made everyone turn around. "You won't be alone or in some hidden facility."

"Steve you don't have to," Wanda assured him. She didn't want to put any pressure on him.

"That's not going to work-," Maria started.

"We'll add some reinforcements outside the apartment and complex. They'll never think to look for her here," Steve argued.

"I don't know Cap," Maria sighed. Steve turned to look at Wanda.

"Would you rather stay here?" he asked.

"Of course but-."

"Then it's settled," Steve cut her off, "Maria, do what you need to." Maria gave him a nod and got up. Steve followed her to the door. She and the other agents one by one shuffled out of the apartment until only Steve, Wanda, and Sharon were left. Sharon eyed Wanda before turning her attention to Steve.

"I'll be right next door if you need anything," she gave Steve an easy smile and he returned it. She left and he turned back to Wanda.

"Steve you really didn't have to," she complained getting up.

"Wanda," he walked over to her looking as tired as she felt. "You are a member of my team. As the captain, it's my responsibility to make sure you're safe," he rested his arm down on her shoulder, "But as you friend, it's my responsibility to make sure you're happy." She put her hand over his.

"Thank you," she whispered. "These past few days have been really crappy to say the least," he gave a little laugh, "but you stuck with me through them and I can't thank you enough for being there."

"You know I'll always be here," he playfully nudged her arm and she laughed. Even with everything that had happened, he still made her smile and that was so important to her. "Come here," he disappeared into his bedroom. Wanda cautiously walked in as he was shuffling through his drawers. "I don't have bottoms your size but I do have this shirt Stark gave me for Christmas that I 'accidentally' shrunk," he chuckled, handing her a change of clothes.

"Thank you," she said looking at the design of the shirt. It was plain black with Steve's shield in the middle. Underneath it said 'powered by Stark Industries'. Typical Stark.

"No problem. The bathroom is right behind you," Steve pointed. She smiled at him and went to change. She came back out into the living room to find Steve sitting on the couch in a white shirt and pyjama bottoms. She didn't know if she liked him more in a suit and tie or in casual PJs.

"Either you're a giant or I'm very tiny," Wanda said behind him. Steve turned around to find her drowning in the clothes he had given her. His shirt alone went down to her mid-thigh. He couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"At least we know you'll be really warm tonight," he joked. She rolled her eyes and hopped onto the couch. Steve's phone lit up with a message alert. She noticed he still had the typical green leaf wallpaper that comes with every phone.

"I would have bet money your background was an American flag," she commented, getting a laugh from him.

"No, I've never messed with the thing."

"You should. Make it yours, you know?" Everything in this apartment screams S.H.I.E.L.D. at least his phone would be his.

"I feel like if I had an American flag on here, I'd never hear the end of it," he chuckled. Wanda grabbed his phone and swiped open to the camera. He covered his face and tried to get the phone back. "What are you doing?"

"Taking a picture of you," she said aiming the camera at him.

"A picture of me as my background?" He laughed, "That has Stark written all over it." He tried to get the phone again but she held her ground.

"Well you shouldn't have a boring leaf as your background," she smiled.

"Fine, can I take a picture of my TV as a background?"

"No!" she laughed. "It has to be personal."

"But I do love my TV a lot," he joked.

"No to the TV," she smiled.

"I'm not making a picture of myself my background," he raised an eyebrow.

"Here," Wanda said, switching the cameras on the phone so that she was now seeing herself on screen. "I'll be in the picture too." She held it up so that both of them were in view.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes!" Wanda exclaimed making Steve laugh. Wanda snapped a pic in that moment.

"There, not so bad," she said as she waited for the picture to appear.

"What? I wasn't even ready!" The picture appeared and her heart lifted a bit. She had caught him in the middle of his laugh. He looked so happy and carefree.

"That's when the best pictures happen," she clicked on 'set as background'. "Here," she said handing him back his phone. He looked at his new screen and smiled. "You should have one thing that's you. I mean everything in here looks like S.H.I.E.L.D just bought it out of a standard catalogue."

"That's because they probably did," he laughed, looking around before his eyes settled on her phone. "So what's your background?"

"Uhm…" It was some picture of a random puppy she saw on the internet.

"You don't have a personalized one either!" Steve boasted grabbing her phone.

"Hey!" she laughed trying to get it back.

"And you gave me grief for not changing mine!" he smiled.

"I was going to changed mine later," she tried.

"Sure you were. Let's see," he hit the power button, lighting up the phone. "Do you even like dogs?"

"No," Wanda admitted.

"How about we take a picture of you?" he grinned.

"Steve," she warned. He held the camera up and the flash went on. Wanda hid behind her hands laughing. She made a dash around the couch but he was right behind her. She giggled as she ran around the table and furniture. His arm wrapped around her stomach as he as her effortlessly picked her up with one hand. "No! Steve!" she laughed and started kicking as he spun her around. Unfortunately her leg flew up a moment too soon and the loud sound of glass shattering filled the apartment as the glassware from the TV cabinet hit the floor. The large stone vase tipped over and shattered into the glass table before hitting the ground with a thud. Wanda put a hand over her mouth.

"Steve!" Sharon burst through the door gun aimed. She surveyed the apartment before settling on the pair. "What happened?"

"We were…," Steve cleared his throat and they both instantly realized he was still carrying her. He gently set her down on the ground again and they looked at each other sheepishly.

"Everything's fine," Wanda smiled. "Sorry." She saw the grin spread across Steve's face.

"Oh," Sharon looked between the two. "I heard the glass shattering and thought… I'll see you in the morning." Sharon awkwardly put her gun down and shuffled back out. As soon as the door closed they burst into laughter.

"We were…?" she urged him to finish his sentence.

"Getting a picture of you," he smirked. She quickly slipped the phone out of his hands. "Hey! I changed my wallpaper; you have to change yours too."

"Fine," she caved. She held the camera up so both of them were in the shot. "Three… two… one-." Steve made a sound resembling a squeal, causing Wanda to lose it. "What was that?!"

"For the picture," he said, reaching over her to his the 'gallery' button. The picture pooped up. Steve was behind her looking like a handsome model while she was laughing her butt off in front.

"I want a retake!"

"Nope," he smiled turning around to look at the mess. "This is going to be fun to clean up." They spent the next half hour scooping up the glass pieces and managing to only cut themselves once. When they were finally done they sat back on the couch.

"So, I have Netflix, HBO, Starz, and all of that stuff according to the cable man," Steve reached for the remote.

"According to the cable man'? I thought you loved your TV?" Wanda teased.

"I rarely watch TV," Steve chuckled, "And when I do, it's whatever happens to be on," he handed her the remote.

"I'm right there with you," she started fiddling with the remote. They spent what was left of the rest of the night trying to figure out the remote but failing miserably. They didn't mind though, they were laughing all the way throughout the process at how unadvanced they were technologically. Wanda can't remember who fell asleep first but they ended up both falling asleep on the couch with her head tucked into his shoulder. Once again, she slept peacefully beside him.

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